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Time was slowing down now, languid and lugubriously
Crawling in a sadness known only to the sufferers; the poor
Souls screaming for advice while falling asleep amidst the frays
Of a shaking panic, violent and stormy like a sailor’s nightmare,
They walked out of the darkness to meet their soul’s master,
Claws detracted and soft-spoken, but soon to be an overtaking
Leviathan monster scratching at the window panes of the human
Mind; slippery and quickly disappearing for a moment while the
Beasts calmly permit the soothing souls to walk by, while the
Insane an morally imbecilic are thrown on the funeral pyre,
Unfurled by the suspicions that the end is not near, but rather
The end is here; secluded in a marketing stone, teetering onto the
Ledge of unknown causes, of strenuous diseased tissue, of permanently
Scared skin from this or that chemical’s infusion with the cellular membranes.

Time was slowing down now, and death was looming like a carrion seeking
Vulture, for whatever the reason that the animals were so strange, so lifelike,
Walking, talking, in tongues of reason, I will never know, but I feel the incisors
Against the back of my neck, biting and removing all what was left of humanity
In me.

The neologisms of addiction


That’s what I mean. There’s been a pass over me. I’ve been passed over.
--Schizophrenic patient

The slurred tongues of an addict could be heard
By all those running through the fields, holding onto
The thought of laying their arms down on Earth’s filthy floor
Where nothing breathes aside from the junky’s torn-hearted lungs.

To remain and stay inside this cavern of addiction held her closer
Than ever, tasting the flavors of reality swirling like a whirlpool
Pulling her downward into the depths of the ocean’s bottom,
Where all the aquatic creatures helped her spread her wings
And soar beyond the frightening threats of the world.

Heroin became his life as he made his big decision to fade silently
Into the loudest of nights, when the fires burned in the forest of hate,
Purification and mercy of feeding on the innards of loneliness,
When everyone says to stay away from her, he bends his arms to
Reach for her, saying that she cannot be called forth into the streams
Of thought, but instead lingers along with the beauty of intoxication.

Halloween said it all; demons crawling in the night in search of
The dreamer’s eyes staring waiting for the time to rob them of
All the nightmares of shadows on the walls of consciousness.

All to feel
All to feel again.

Secured in Disgrace




The tenderness of the music played all night:
Permitting the intergalactic space-time to separate
The malevolent from the fierce beauty of sublimity,
And I stood wondering if his lucid dream emanated
From my future seeking ability of prescience against
The raging inferno of understanding and the elliptical
Movements of the sallow light of the planets,
And my hallowed mind was seeking all that was left behind
By the closed-fisted battle cry inside the politics of emotions,
Some never went away, but all had a tendency to disappear
For a frightening moment or two when I could feel nothing,
Just stood and stared in the gentle music I could almost
Touch, almost receive as my new gospel of symbolic words
Took command of the night---the inordinate discordance
Of peacefulness lighting the way through the tunnel of mercy,
And betrayal of designs held to the sky to reveal the transposed
Transparencies of a discounted militia handing out stars into
My leprous hands.

Lost in disillusion takes the backseat of finding one in confusion,
I kept telling myself, trying to help her understand what feral
Emotions are, but as she walked away I suddenly felt the pain of
Losing all of my humanity with the snap of my fingers, but
I tried to tell a story of my pallid life amidst the most holy of cities
Hidden in my imagination where the colorful images seem to
Bloom once again: the desire of a rapturous communion,
One to hold against the transparencies, where we put our heads together,
And erased the peculiarity of distances, listing to the music from
Underneath the souvenir I found that night.